There was this teacher who never yelled. Not once. Her students would mess up the same part again and again, and she’d just kind of smile. Sometimes she’d rest her hand on the desk, wait a bit, then go, “Okay, again.” That’s it. No speech, no big sigh. Just patience.
The room was small, smelled like chalk and wet shoes from outside. Rain days, mostly. She didn’t really “teach” like others did. She just made you feel calm. You’d end up learning anyway.
No one said she was holy. She didn’t act like that. But the kids remembered her, the way she stayed kind even when everyone else got loud.
That’s pretty much how Saint Chad lived—teacher, bishop, England. He wasn’t about fame or power. Just that same kind of quiet good that stays with you.
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
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